I can feel it... the chance to start over, to live right, to love right, to burn up in a fiery cloud and never again be buried in the mud.
Not so easy, Mr Lennon. Even if you try.
In my palm I can feel the echo of her pulse, standing in for the absense of mine.
Sometimes it's a struggle to live in the moment.
No praise, no blame. Just so.
There’s not really such thing as ‘good’ or ‘bad’ people, there’s just like…humanity. And it gets broken sometimes.